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Tag Archives: alzheimer’s
She can’t understand
“You’ve been so good to me for so long; I just can’t believe you would do this to me,” my mom says. “You don’t love me.” When I reach over to offer comfort, she doesn’t want me to touch her. … Continue reading
A Mess
Ring! Ring! “Hi Mom! How are you?” “Well, not so good. It’s all such a mess,” she says. “What is?” “I don’t know … I can’t explain it.” She recommends I talk to Phyllis, her roommate. “She’s having a little … Continue reading
Home
Ring! Ring! “Hello?” “Hi, Mom! How are you doing?” “Oh, not so good.” “Why?” “I don’t know what to do.” “About what?” “I was thinking I might go home tomorrow.” “Oh?” “But then I was thinking … when are you … Continue reading
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Tagged alzheimer's, assisted living, dementia, Home, Loneliness
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My mom cares about my feelings
“What’s wrong?” my mom asks. “You sound sad.” “I’m fine,” I say. “But you don’t sound fine,” she says. “Ok, I guess I am a little sad,” I say. “Why?” she asks. “I don’t know,” I say, because I’m not … Continue reading
Are you a boy or a girl?
“Are you a boy or a girl?” my mom whispers into the phone, afraid her roommate might hear her question. “A girl,” I say. “You ARE?” she asks, as if she can’t believe it, as if it’s deeply upsetting for … Continue reading
Moment by Moment
When my mom’s close friend passed away three months ago, I debated whether or not to take her to the wake. I was exhausted, weather forecasts were terrible, and the journey would include an expensive cab ride to and from … Continue reading
My mom is growing into childhood
Every day, in different ways, my mom gets a little more childlike. “You’re my bestest friend and … daughter,” she says to me, the daughter part sounding more and more like an afterthought. “You’re the only one left,” she says. … Continue reading
My mom is having an identity crisis … sort of
An aide knocks on my mom’s door while we’re talking on the phone. “Come in, come in,” my mom says. The aide heads straight for her bedroom to get my mom’s nightgown. She’s there to help her get ready for … Continue reading
My mom was deeply insecure
My mom has become very sociable since she’s started losing her mind to Alzheimer’s. She never used to be. It’s as if all of the negative thoughts that kept her fearful of people and reluctant to fully engage have melted … Continue reading
My mom’s brain was chaotic
There was a time, when my mom still lived independently, when she would regale me with tales of her hallucinations (likely brought on by the Alzheimer’s drug Aricept). “Every night there are people singing Christmas carols outside my window,” she … Continue reading
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